Tom

I think of you And Jay As you head your ways In life This 2025 move-in day To fine colleges Of different colors And new ventures Good luck you two You are well prepared My advice check six Be safe, happy, exude joy Don’t take any wooden nickels Hold close your beliefs Trust your instincts For you are so ready for this Remember life Is best full of humor Love and chuckles I hope your spirits criss-cross. Papa Don’t lose sight of the true reason we are put on earth. Was it not

Half brain Whole brain Some brain No brain Left brain Right brain Wrong brain Brain strain Main brain Lame brain Brain drain Which are you Take your pick Quick whitt Nit witt Brainiac In a gunny sack tom tenbrunsel Poet Laureate of Appalachian Freestyle

Dear Lord today I pray Make me a better man today than my raggedy- Grumpy- Frustrated- Short with people Yesterday self Help, me Lord to not be That  son-of -bitch Again If possible I mean I slept good Got up Hit the pot straight on Till I stepped in it And just like that Slipped back into my potty mouth self Damn My potty mouth became a flame thrower JEEEZZZZ! What? Say what? One day Att a time. What about all those 83 years Of days? Forgiven? The hell you say! Damn, Shake o

*finger painting “Rant” by Anne Hayden LEFTARDS Lefties are irascible that’s all there is to that their heads are full of cotton hay and rags. They are nothing but exasperating, irritating, agitating, madding and infuriating hacks LGBTQRSTUVWXYXZLSMFT+ Fly your woke house flags inside you house. You can be queer.  Just don’t shove it down my throat. Don’t broadcast to the neighbors and the world that you are friggin’ odd ball. BLM Do you know that BLM received $4 billion USAI

Rain Out My Window Peaceful cloudy skies Large raindrops pitter patter all around All is well with the world Why retreat Showers are neat Sit a spell A little rain won’t melt you pray tell raindrops heal tom tenbrunsel Purveyor of Raindrops

“Oh hogsbreath,” My grampa used to Sip outta a mason jar and spontaneously utter Outta nowhere As we chattered around the fireside chat. He was right. We didn’t care It was grandpa He wasn’t senile Just a tad tipsy relaxed And he brought us wisdom Like “When pigs fly!” tom tenbrunsel Carl Sandburg Writer 2023

Who built it Who built this thing That goes whirr Bump and bop? Who runs it? Who manages it Spinning Constantly Huffing and a puffing Spinning like a spinning top Can you own a spot? On this spinning bop top? Or is it free To thee and me? Can you jump off Or is it safe To just ride it out From sea to shinning sea? Is it best To hop off Before it stops Or not? You tell me I gots’ to know😳 tom tenbrunsel The whatchamacallit Laureate Author’s Notes: some associated expressions:

Don’t it always seem so That when your talking with Someone you know When talk turns back to you It’s time they suddenly go Listen forthem stay 😎 tom tenbrunsel Poet Laureate of Observation Author’s Note: My career was profiling people. Then helping them along the path to self discovery. From time to time I’ll give you some insights on things I’ve discerned bout human behavior. In this case, we love ourselves. Boy do we love ourselves. As a therapist I was able to help peopl

*photo of high Mass in the Roman Pantheon Latin’s gone Peace is too Singing and shouting From every pew. And then Altar’s turned ‘round too Priest Is too like in olden days Commentator’s yelling “Page 22.” Communion rail’s vanished Stand up straight Knelling suddenly Went out of date. Processions are forming In every aisle; Salvation’s organized Single file. Rosary’s out Psalms are in; Hardly ever hear A word against sin. Listen to the lector Hear how he reads Please stop rat

The old timers up here On dry ridge Speak legends Of old John Legend A deranged old man A ghastly crooked ghost of a beast Haunts this injun land Legend has it He was a hermit, no one dared too venture his spookly-dark abode “No! No! Don’t go there, child That’s ugly man He’ll grab you And who know’s how vile ! Jon’s cabin had caught fire One derangedful night Mung’st bitterness and cursing Heard grim within They say He rose that night from the ashes Perhaps from Hell itself

This story happened a half a mile from where I live in rural small town, Weaverville, nestled in the Appalachians. It’s a true very surreal happening that took place on Union Chapel. It’s haunted.I’ve witnessed swirling flickering sparkles at night where the house once stood an aura comes and glows often at nights. Mary lived there for 9 years. She had her granddaughter with her the day I met her. Mary had stopped her older model brownish Ford along Union Chapel Road just bef

*painting in the in public domain Which is which? Which is where?. What thu hell? They make movies About heaven on earth But is it? The devil would have us believe heaven is hell Confusing us with his game Da da daa🎶 Logically satan has captured earth Took him centuries But thinking he’s dun it With all the base evil on earth Does that actually make it hell? And with all the talk about Volcanoes, magma cracks, asteroids, floods and storms on earth Bam! In the blink of an ey

🎶Don’t it always seem so, When you go to the doc, He’s paved Paradise, And prescribed yet another pill🎶 tom tenbrunsel The tracker of complicity

The bagman Stealthy Coal black at night Arrives in my dark shadowed room His red bag set down On my bedside chair Tastes a sample of blood From skin and bones The vampire surely to return again and again To extract that one last once of crimson. tom tenbrunsel Poet Laureate

Black bears are everywheres Especially in the Smokies Best left alone On their own Avoid poking! If by chance You come along a big sleepy bear      hiding hibernating Let it be As tempting as it might be Let sleeping bears lie Don’t poke the bear Let it be Let it be! And don’t startle the bear Bears are everywhere When hiking through thicket Down trail Make some noise As you trek To let the bear know You’re there Don’t startle And don’t poke the bear If a bear’s in camp Of co

It is finished” Done Count it Good Job Thank you Thank you very much, uh. My buck list Shorter now as I Enter my Winter Than my youth More complete Than not After a long and successful life Of pursuing life All my life I have written (And storytold) About stuff Publishing my words And works Has been a bucket, a goal of mine Now in my eighties My final decade low It is finished And so is my bucket list I leave you with a bucket full To entertain and enjoy As I bid you adieu. A

My ancestors are standing in my hospital room right now tonight Larger than life Tall-darkened shadowy Giants in the Earth Just milling around A whole bunch of them yet only a dozen What for? “Wait outside” I say They pay Absolutely no attention to me Slowly they tire and meander away Not today Maby another day But hey They’re ancestors Dressed sorta different aren’t they? Quiet Unspoken immigrant-like Heavy long woolen coats Top hats A motley bunch preceding me A Ga

Yupp Yupp yup Pensive I was up Here’s Years be bought 90 Dogs age We hounds enjoy our Max pack year’s in nines I gaze out A bit stiffened and aged Perhaps my last? The Boss Jess don’t let us stay So we dogs pack all our fun Nine to one So let’s romp and play Make use of 9 days today Time flys when i gleefully trout at your side For adventure, a run or a game of chase Round the lake we would roam From home Momma’s holding Her 30 pound baby way high Showing me Max Pax skies Not

And Filled with people family and folk Lively chatter laughter Lively joke We gathered and garnered As life-light snuck by Decades now...

Nature seeks homeostasis Peace tranquility balance Everything else is SNS* survival Run,Forest, Run! Shhuuuuuu🤫 Be quiet Be still Seek homeostasis Learn the ways of nature Learn from your own existence Seek equilibrium Balance Take a deep breath Let Nature guide you Be at rest Take Two. *Sympathetic Nervous System/ fight or flight system. The SNS has no sympathy😂 tom tenbrunsel Carl Sandburg Writer 2023